Leo
Miller didn't hesitate for a single second. He flipped our bodies again, manhandling my weight onto all fours with an effortless ease.
I arched my back deeply, presenting my ass to him, my hole already gaping slightly and glistening with a mixture of spit and pre-cum.
He grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands, spreading the cheeks wide, and slammed back inside me in one brutal, singular thrust.
"Fuuuuck!" I shouted aloud, my fists tightly clenching the bedsheets.
The new angle was completely devastating. His cock drove even deeper into my core, battering my prostate with every savage, unyielding stroke. He didn't hold back at all—his hips snapped forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loudly through the stateroom.
He intentionally twirled and swirled his cock on every single thrust, rotating his hips in filthy, rolling circles that made his shaft grind against every sensitive, hidden inch inside me.
